I am seriously just one giant excuse after another.
But here is my Top Ten List for Why I Haven't Blogged Since Before Kim Kardashian Got Married:
10. I got a new job (yayyy!)
9. But I still have my old job (boo!), so I get to do two jobs...and only get paid for one.
8. I got a subscription to US Weekly (also known as the greatest publication of all time) and therefore for one night a week, I am busy. Reading about the Kardashians. And the Real Housewives of Whatever City. And the Beiber. GLORIOUS.
7. I have this rugrat who requires inordinate amounts of attention and prefers to be outside with the mosquitoes. And it's hard to play on the computer when you spend 100% of your time batting mosquitoes away from your child's face. And then she STILL looks like an assault victim. And then we both spend the next two days walking around swearing that we just ran into a door...our husbands did NOT beat us.
6. I am running. Or biking. Or lifting weights. Or TRYING to do some form of calorie expenditure.
5. I am lounging on the couch, watching the Beibers, Kardashians, and Housewives with my cute husband who moans and groans the whole time, which means that I have to rewind and re-watch, which means that we all get double the time with the Kardashian family. Winning!
4. I've been sick. Which is sad. And means that I walk around with kleenex stuck up my nose. Lucky for me, Tommy finds women with kleenex hanging out of their noses irresistible.
3. Anna is hysterical and wild and still isn't taking naps. Which means I am not taking naps. And when Mama don't take naps, ain't nobody happy. And ain't nobody having no time to blog. I just bought a book about how to get your baby to nap. Basically, it's all puppies and rainbows and "just love your baby to sleep" and makes me want to hurl the book across the room. If love put the kid to sleep, she'd be freaking Sleeping Beauty.
2. I apparently have arthritis in my feet and am wearing old lady shoes. From the ugly shoe aisle at DSW. I don't respect myself. At all. But man, these puppies are comfy.
And the number one reason why I haven't blogged since Before Kim Kardashian Got Married:
1. I just haven't felt like it.
Quick update:
Tommy and I celebrated our 4 year anniversary last week. The traditional gift for 4 years is fruit or flowers, so I got him an Edible Arrangement and he planted flowers in our garden in the shape of a 4. We are so cute. My mom is coming in town this week to hang with me, since Tommy is going to Amsterdam for work and then when he gets back, we are going to a friends wedding and staying at a hotel for the night while Nana hangs with the nugget. I plan on taking 14 naps before I head home in the morning. Ha.
The Don is doing SO much better. He has been diagnosed with Addison's disease and for the small price of $400 a month, he is healthy and happy. Don needs to get a job. But seriously, Addison's is a very dangerous disease, but it's similar to diabetes in that it is deadly, but VERY manageable ($$$)...so we are managing it. And Anna will have to pay for her own college, but that's an entirely different issue.
Work is seriously kicking my butt. I miss blogging. But then again, I also miss having a waist, so it just goes to show that we can't have everything.
Okay. Love. And puppies. And I'll get back to it eventually.
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Monday, November 07, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The Hook Brings You Back.
So I had this boyfriend in high school. And by boyfriend, I mean this boy who liked me and I kind of liked him, but thought it was creepy that he was a senior and I was a freshman, so I didn't really want to go out with him. I didn't know how to say no (or sure that I WANTED to say no), so I asked my mom if I could go out with him...knowing she would say no for me. She's a good woman.
If I had really wanted to go out with him, I would have just gone out with him. I was difficult that way*. So of course, mom said no because she is a rational human being and when your 14 year old daughter wants to go out with a 19 year old boy (he was old for his grade), you ALWAYS say no. Even if you know she will go anyway. At least then, when she gets impregnated, you can say "Nanananana, I told you so"...and then you can go about raising her High School Love Child.
For the sake of the story, we will say his name was Eagle. This doesn't really protect the innocent at all, because his name was another bird...which totally didn't help his cause. He was a nice enough guy and I DID like him...but only kind of. He was into cars (which I SOOO wasn't)...and into low-rider cars (which I was even LESS into than just regular cars)...especially since I didn't even have my drivers permit. He was into really loud music in his car - you know, like the BOOM BOOM BOOM music that makes you want to kill people as they zip through your neighborhood or stop next to you at an intersection (this is probably why I am deaf today). But is probably also why I was not a teen mom (he knocked up a couple of girls shortly after our "relationship" ended). See mom? I DID make good decisions.
Anyway, we used to spend the afternoons hanging out on the bed of his truck in front of my parents house. The fact that this was fun to a 19 year-old was baffling to me and only furthered his creepiness factor. I mean, I felt SO cool that I was hanging with a 19 year-old, but seriously thought it was wierd that he thought it was cool to hang with me. In my parents yard.
Alas, we had unrequited love. And therefore, he sent me love letters**. Of the handwritten/cologne doused variety. They arrived regularly in the mail...and made every other piece of paper in the mailbox stink to high heaven. He must have wasted bottles of cologne on these letters.
Fast forward to present time: We just had a re-orginization at work. I have a new boss who shows up in a meeting the other day wearing a familiar scent. I immediately placed it and the hook brought me back man. I could totally see myself sitting in my parents yard (with straight teeth because I wore my retainer all the time back then), with my friend Eagle listening to Satellite by DMB in the bed of his truck...
To sum up: My boss wears the same cologne as my high school "boyfriend". Not sure how I'm supposed to get through my yearly performance review without dying.
*Let's hope Anna inherited my hair and nothing else. The less she is like me, the more likely that Tommy and I are to survive her childhood.
**I also recieved a recorded-from-the-radio cassette tape of Careless Whisper by Wham.
Update: It has been brought to my attention that this story would be significantly better if my new boss was my old boyfriend, so for the sake of hilarity, we will say it is so. Done. New boss = Ex-Boyfriend. (But in reality, they only smell the same...)
If I had really wanted to go out with him, I would have just gone out with him. I was difficult that way*. So of course, mom said no because she is a rational human being and when your 14 year old daughter wants to go out with a 19 year old boy (he was old for his grade), you ALWAYS say no. Even if you know she will go anyway. At least then, when she gets impregnated, you can say "Nanananana, I told you so"...and then you can go about raising her High School Love Child.
For the sake of the story, we will say his name was Eagle. This doesn't really protect the innocent at all, because his name was another bird...which totally didn't help his cause. He was a nice enough guy and I DID like him...but only kind of. He was into cars (which I SOOO wasn't)...and into low-rider cars (which I was even LESS into than just regular cars)...especially since I didn't even have my drivers permit. He was into really loud music in his car - you know, like the BOOM BOOM BOOM music that makes you want to kill people as they zip through your neighborhood or stop next to you at an intersection (this is probably why I am deaf today). But is probably also why I was not a teen mom (he knocked up a couple of girls shortly after our "relationship" ended). See mom? I DID make good decisions.
Anyway, we used to spend the afternoons hanging out on the bed of his truck in front of my parents house. The fact that this was fun to a 19 year-old was baffling to me and only furthered his creepiness factor. I mean, I felt SO cool that I was hanging with a 19 year-old, but seriously thought it was wierd that he thought it was cool to hang with me. In my parents yard.
Alas, we had unrequited love. And therefore, he sent me love letters**. Of the handwritten/cologne doused variety. They arrived regularly in the mail...and made every other piece of paper in the mailbox stink to high heaven. He must have wasted bottles of cologne on these letters.
Fast forward to present time: We just had a re-orginization at work. I have a new boss who shows up in a meeting the other day wearing a familiar scent. I immediately placed it and the hook brought me back man. I could totally see myself sitting in my parents yard (with straight teeth because I wore my retainer all the time back then), with my friend Eagle listening to Satellite by DMB in the bed of his truck...
To sum up: My boss wears the same cologne as my high school "boyfriend". Not sure how I'm supposed to get through my yearly performance review without dying.
*Let's hope Anna inherited my hair and nothing else. The less she is like me, the more likely that Tommy and I are to survive her childhood.
**I also recieved a recorded-from-the-radio cassette tape of Careless Whisper by Wham.
Update: It has been brought to my attention that this story would be significantly better if my new boss was my old boyfriend, so for the sake of hilarity, we will say it is so. Done. New boss = Ex-Boyfriend. (But in reality, they only smell the same...)
Monday, September 19, 2011
Maternity Clothes = Increased Revenue
I am finally, FINALLY starting to be able to fit into my regular clothes. I know they say that breastfeeding just melts the pounds away. Well, THEY can go suck a pickle, because I can guarandamtee you that it did not melt the pounds away. Mostly, breastfeeding made me want to eat the couch. And possibly the coffee table. I would wake up several times a night STARVING. Like, could eat a whole large pizza, STARVING, not "oh, maybe if I just drink a glass of water my belly will stop growling". No, this was RAVENOUS, you must feed me now, I think I may die, or my growling belly will wake the baby kind of hungry. No wonder I couldn't lose weight. I was eating for about 2 million.
Nonetheless, the point of the story is that YAYYY regular clothes! HOWEVER, elastic waistbands rock and I miss them already. No only are you ALWAYS ready to eat a big meal, but you save so much time in the bathroom. I mean, with regular pants and all their buttons and zippers, you better have a few seconds to spare when you get to the toilet...but with maternity pants, you can cut it real close because all you have to do is pull those suckers down. They are just efficient.
I may do a six sigma project on it. Maybe I can get my company to invest in maternity pants for all it's employees.
Maternity pants = Increased Productivity.
Nonetheless, the point of the story is that YAYYY regular clothes! HOWEVER, elastic waistbands rock and I miss them already. No only are you ALWAYS ready to eat a big meal, but you save so much time in the bathroom. I mean, with regular pants and all their buttons and zippers, you better have a few seconds to spare when you get to the toilet...but with maternity pants, you can cut it real close because all you have to do is pull those suckers down. They are just efficient.
I may do a six sigma project on it. Maybe I can get my company to invest in maternity pants for all it's employees.
Maternity pants = Increased Productivity.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Quick Updates...Only Because It's Been Forever Since I Last Blogged.
I'm really glad I bought semi-stylish maternity clothes. I had no idea that I would STILL be wearing them. My entire outfit today is maternity. Stretchy pants rock, but I kind of miss belts.
Apparently, I can't remember to put on deodorant anymore. This is the third day since I've been back at work that I've forgotten to put it on. Thank goodness for my gym bag.
What to do when people make TERRIBLE spelling mistakes on Facebook? Not just a typo, but like, the wrong word all together? Should you help them? I hate seeing my friends get dummer*. "Conscience" and "conscious" are not the same word. FYI. Nor are "affect" and "effect". And don't get me started on "irregardless".
Since my belly button is so freakishly deep now (it was freakishly deep before...now it's even worse...if you can possibly fathom that), it is collecting all sorts of artifacts. I wouldn't be surprised to find a dinosaur fossil in there.
Lucky for me, newborns are not quite as fragile as they appear to be. There are just too many damn instructions to read - no one could keep up. No pregnant woman knows what to read and no new mom actually has that kind of time...soooo, my house is kind of one giant booby trap.
The best thing about being back at work is morning talk radio. Oh, how I missed morning talk radio.
Had my first hangover on Saturday morning. Learned my lesson! Hangovers and babies do not mix. Nor do long runs in the heat of the day or massages. All of which I did with a hangover. Not optimal. Game night was fun...Things in a Park that start with J??
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Workouts are going GREAT! My running group started up for the season and I quickly realized A. how much I missed working out with people and B. that running while talking is hard. I will attempt to run 6 miles on Saturday with them (and my BFF who is coming in town to play!)...we will see how that goes. It is a 50% increase over my longest run lately. I think we can safely say that that is higher the recommended 10% increase. (not to be redundant for you math geniuses out there) Ooops. Bridgeland Sprint Tri is in 3 weeks...and since I forgot to sign up for the Athena division (CRAP!), I will attempt to be more competitive so I don't embarrass myself. Probably should have thought that through a little more. Probably should go to the pool. At least once. Probably.
*Yes, I no that's not how you speel it.
Apparently, I can't remember to put on deodorant anymore. This is the third day since I've been back at work that I've forgotten to put it on. Thank goodness for my gym bag.
What to do when people make TERRIBLE spelling mistakes on Facebook? Not just a typo, but like, the wrong word all together? Should you help them? I hate seeing my friends get dummer*. "Conscience" and "conscious" are not the same word. FYI. Nor are "affect" and "effect". And don't get me started on "irregardless".
Since my belly button is so freakishly deep now (it was freakishly deep before...now it's even worse...if you can possibly fathom that), it is collecting all sorts of artifacts. I wouldn't be surprised to find a dinosaur fossil in there.
It's Anna's 3 month birthday! Happy birthday Miss Anna! I'd buy you cupcakes (because any excuse for cupcakes is a good one), but I can't wear stretchy pants forever and I can't afford a new wardrobe, so Project Weight Loss is underway. And in case you didn't follow, Project Weight Loss does not include the consumption of cupcakes.
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| Dear lord mom. That outfit...[shudder]... |
We started giving the beast bottles pretty early on (which was awesome, btw)...and we couldn't figure out why sometimes she would choke and sputter and drool and splatter milk everywhere. Then one day, I was like, "Hey Tommy, some of these nipples have numbers on them". And Tommy was all, "Hey, let's google it". And we determined that we had been feeding her with nipples fit for a 3 year old. No wonder the kid couldn't keep it all down.
Lucky for me, newborns are not quite as fragile as they appear to be. There are just too many damn instructions to read - no one could keep up. No pregnant woman knows what to read and no new mom actually has that kind of time...soooo, my house is kind of one giant booby trap.
The best thing about being back at work is morning talk radio. Oh, how I missed morning talk radio.
Had my first hangover on Saturday morning. Learned my lesson! Hangovers and babies do not mix. Nor do long runs in the heat of the day or massages. All of which I did with a hangover. Not optimal. Game night was fun...Things in a Park that start with J??
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Workouts are going GREAT! My running group started up for the season and I quickly realized A. how much I missed working out with people and B. that running while talking is hard. I will attempt to run 6 miles on Saturday with them (and my BFF who is coming in town to play!)...we will see how that goes. It is a 50% increase over my longest run lately. I think we can safely say that that is higher the recommended 10% increase. (not to be redundant for you math geniuses out there) Ooops. Bridgeland Sprint Tri is in 3 weeks...and since I forgot to sign up for the Athena division (CRAP!), I will attempt to be more competitive so I don't embarrass myself. Probably should have thought that through a little more. Probably should go to the pool. At least once. Probably.
*Yes, I no that's not how you speel it.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
The Daily Grind
Today is my last day home with my beast. I can't believe it. In honor of this momentous occasion, I give you some pictures of my gorgeous crotch parasite. Once I start using a computer regularly again, I will start blogging regularly again. I hope. I haven't even been reading blogs. I just watch Channel 13 all day long. The problem with never changing the channel is that you have to see the same person get interviewed over and over and over again. The other day, I watched Brooke Shields promote The Addams Family about 18 times. Or that video of the kid getting eaten by the lion? Yeah. A lot of times. I love my little, adorable, huggable nugget, but man, I miss adults.
But now, some gratuitous photos of my wonderful baby girl...
But now, some gratuitous photos of my wonderful baby girl...
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| So bashful. |
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| Scary bear! |
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| Anna and her mean friend Mia. |
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| Bored at a triathlon. Again. |
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| First (and only) trip to church. |
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| Streeeeetch! |
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| I hate you mom. |
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| Apparently Nana doesn't care that I spit up all over myself. |
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| Nana is fun! |
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| I'm cute. |
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| Dogs love me. |
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| Father's Day brunch. |
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| Silly mommy. |
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| 11 Weeks Old with Lenny the Terrible. |
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| Ha. |
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| We dress all of our creatures in costumes. This is just the beginning. |
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Before I Was a Mom
I will likely have a baby in less than two days (holy crap!). The fact that someone has deemed me mature enough to take on the role of caregiver to another human being is terrifying. I haven't really been emotional or hormonal throughout this pregnancy but in the last few weeks, I have kind of been a basketcase...I mean, holy crap.
And the hormones mean that my Lent promise of not cursing lasted about 20 minutes.
One of the blogs I read does a segment called Before I Was a Mom. I think most of the things people say they would never do are ridiculous, so I can only assume they are jokes - I mean, of course kids are going to eat pizza. Unless you plan on avoiding all birthday parties from now until the end of eternity, your kids will eat pizza. Or until they come up with an equally delicious and cheap alternative...which will never happen. Because pizza is awesome. Nonetheless, I tried to put together a little list of the things Tommy and I say we will never do...before we are parents.
Before I was a mom, I swore I:
Yesterday was my due date...and it came and went without any indication that Anna wants to join the real world. Apparently my womb is VERY cozy. I keep trying to tell her that her crib will be cozy too and that we have all sorts of fancy blankets, but she is stubborn. Like her dad (he rolls his eyes when I say this...I dunno why).
At 40 weeks pregnant, my belly button finally popped. That said, it's much squishier and softer than I expected it to be. It can be tamed with the panel on my pants. Thus far, I haven't gotten cankles or stretch marks, my acne has gone down to a respectable level, but I am the size of a house, I only have one outfit that fits, and I can only sit upright for about an hour at a time...I am soooo ready for this to end and to meet my little baby! I cannot believe I am still pregnant. I seriously cannot believe how much the human skin can stretch. I cannot believe how gigantic I have gotten.
We have tried all the things to induce labor naturally (short of acupuncture and castor oil) and I can say, with complete authority that none of that crap works. I've walked no less than 4 miles a day for the last 3 weeks. I've eaten about 7 pineapples. We made the eggplant parmesan and I ate about 1.5 eggplants worth. We've had the s.e.x. I'm taking evening primrose oil. I'm eating spicy-er food (I hate spicy food, so this is a challenge). It's all a bunch of crap. BUT it has kept me thoroughly entertained, so I guess there is something to be said about that. Me and the pitocin will be BFF on Thursday. That sh1t better not be a joke too.
We have determined that I will not go into labor until this balloon is deflated. I'm about to take a machete to the darn thing. I've never seen a helium balloon last this long.
Today is my last day of work, tomorrow is my last doctors appointment and then I will spend the day running errands, napping, and puttering around the house. Then we head to the hospital on Wednesday night...AHHHH! I've requested a Last Supper Dinner Date with Tommy, but we quickly determined that we can't go anywhere nice because the only outfit I have is cargo pants and flip flops. Ha.
I will update as soon as I can from the hospital...I'd update Facebook, but social networking sites are blocked at my hospital. WTH are we supposed to DO on the internet!?!?! I may go into withdrawl. I can get Facebook on my cell phone via the network, not internet, but STILL. It's small and I'm snobby.
Come on Little Anna! Your dad and I are soooo ready to meet you! And I am ready for your dad to hold you for once. :) We love you so much already...let's get the party started!!
And the hormones mean that my Lent promise of not cursing lasted about 20 minutes.
One of the blogs I read does a segment called Before I Was a Mom. I think most of the things people say they would never do are ridiculous, so I can only assume they are jokes - I mean, of course kids are going to eat pizza. Unless you plan on avoiding all birthday parties from now until the end of eternity, your kids will eat pizza. Or until they come up with an equally delicious and cheap alternative...which will never happen. Because pizza is awesome. Nonetheless, I tried to put together a little list of the things Tommy and I say we will never do...before we are parents.
- Would never give my kid some outrageous amount of money for losing a tooth.
- Would never let my kid have a TV in her room.
- Would not make fast food eating a regular habit.
- Would continue to stay active and teach my kid to love the great outdoors.
- Will do everything within my power to remain flexible
Yesterday was my due date...and it came and went without any indication that Anna wants to join the real world. Apparently my womb is VERY cozy. I keep trying to tell her that her crib will be cozy too and that we have all sorts of fancy blankets, but she is stubborn. Like her dad (he rolls his eyes when I say this...I dunno why).
At 40 weeks pregnant, my belly button finally popped. That said, it's much squishier and softer than I expected it to be. It can be tamed with the panel on my pants. Thus far, I haven't gotten cankles or stretch marks, my acne has gone down to a respectable level, but I am the size of a house, I only have one outfit that fits, and I can only sit upright for about an hour at a time...I am soooo ready for this to end and to meet my little baby! I cannot believe I am still pregnant. I seriously cannot believe how much the human skin can stretch. I cannot believe how gigantic I have gotten.
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| 40 Weeks Pregnant. Let's play MASH. Mansion, Apartment, Shack or House? |
At my work baby shower, in addition to a bunch of wonderful gifts, we got an "It's a Girl" helium balloon. The shower was on March 18 and afterwards, we came home and tied it to our stairway railing. It is now April 12 and that balloon is still inflated.
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| The Birth Prediction Balloon. |
Today is my last day of work, tomorrow is my last doctors appointment and then I will spend the day running errands, napping, and puttering around the house. Then we head to the hospital on Wednesday night...AHHHH! I've requested a Last Supper Dinner Date with Tommy, but we quickly determined that we can't go anywhere nice because the only outfit I have is cargo pants and flip flops. Ha.
I will update as soon as I can from the hospital...I'd update Facebook, but social networking sites are blocked at my hospital. WTH are we supposed to DO on the internet!?!?! I may go into withdrawl. I can get Facebook on my cell phone via the network, not internet, but STILL. It's small and I'm snobby.
Come on Little Anna! Your dad and I are soooo ready to meet you! And I am ready for your dad to hold you for once. :) We love you so much already...let's get the party started!!
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
39 Weeks.
And yes, I am still pregnant.
I had to get my drivers license renewed last week. The bad news is that I will look like Jabba the Hut on my drivers license for at least the next decade. The good news is that I totally got to cut in line. Totally worth it.
People answer the phone when I call. No matter what. Then I can sense the disappointment in their voices when they realize they paused the Sing-A-Long Grey's Anatomy to talk to me about paint drying and that no, I am not in labor.
My belly has gotten EXPONENTIALLY heavier in the last two weeks.
I am sad that I will not be that person who went running the day they went into labor. I am sad that I will not be that person who went swimming the day they went into labor. I am sad, overall, about the lack of activity in my life...but man, do you have ANY idea how much free time you have if you don't have to commute (I am working from home) AND you aren't working out? My days just got about 4 hours longer. It's pretty freaking amazing.
But, BUT, BUT I will be induced next Thursday, April 14 if I don't go into labor before then. HOORAY!
I feel a little overwhelmed by the news that I will in fact have a baby in a week (not that this is NEW news, but still...to have an end date makes it more final...). I feel like I want to putter and put the finishing touches on things, but I am so Type A, that everything has totally been done for weeks. (It's like our wedding...the week of the wedding I had no last minute errands to run...it was very anticlimatic...I folded laundry and went for a run the day of...) Soooo, instead of puttering, I am making Labor Inducing Eggplant Parmiggian...should be interesting.
4 more days of work until Maternity Leave! BONUS!
I cannot wait to meet Anna! Come on little kiddo - we are ready to meet you! And mama could use a big old martini...
And yes, I am still pregnant.
People answer the phone when I call. No matter what. Then I can sense the disappointment in their voices when they realize they paused the Sing-A-Long Grey's Anatomy to talk to me about paint drying and that no, I am not in labor.
My belly has gotten EXPONENTIALLY heavier in the last two weeks.
I am sad that I will not be that person who went running the day they went into labor. I am sad that I will not be that person who went swimming the day they went into labor. I am sad, overall, about the lack of activity in my life...but man, do you have ANY idea how much free time you have if you don't have to commute (I am working from home) AND you aren't working out? My days just got about 4 hours longer. It's pretty freaking amazing.
But, BUT, BUT I will be induced next Thursday, April 14 if I don't go into labor before then. HOORAY!
I feel a little overwhelmed by the news that I will in fact have a baby in a week (not that this is NEW news, but still...to have an end date makes it more final...). I feel like I want to putter and put the finishing touches on things, but I am so Type A, that everything has totally been done for weeks. (It's like our wedding...the week of the wedding I had no last minute errands to run...it was very anticlimatic...I folded laundry and went for a run the day of...) Soooo, instead of puttering, I am making Labor Inducing Eggplant Parmiggian...should be interesting.
4 more days of work until Maternity Leave! BONUS!
I cannot wait to meet Anna! Come on little kiddo - we are ready to meet you! And mama could use a big old martini...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Let's Get the Party Started.
It was an interesting week to say the least. And one that I am not sad to say is over. My only regret is that Anna is still not here...
Nonetheless, I had a giant pity party post that I was planning posting, but then my friend Allison wrote this incredibly sweet post on her blog and I am all of the sudden reminded of how lucky I am. Not that I had forgotten, sometimes you just need it put in perspective. And in the big scheme of things, my pity party is just pitiful. (This will not deter me from actually HAVING a pity party...it just means that I won't be writing about it at this exact moment...because, dude, 38 weeks pregnant is hard.) Let's all wish Allison good luck at her first 70.3 attempt in New Orleans in a few weeks - I will cheering you on from afar my dear! You will be AMAZING!
So, to sum up my pity party (not to whine, but to inform...the post I HAD written was VERY whiny, this is only moderately whiny):
I have been in a lot of pain since about Week 36. I spent Thursday and Friday of last week in the hospital. I was having a lot of trouble breathing (at rest) and was feeling really lightheaded. They ran a bunch of tests, but were unable to find the source of the infection (I had high white blood cell count). By Friday, the count had come down (still high, but lower than before) and they released me on bedrest. The good news is that bedrest alleviates most of my pain (yayy!). The bad news is that I don't tolerate bedrest well. I'm kind of a lazy sort, but I like to earn my laziness...I don't allow myself to just sit around. I have to run 10 miles to earn a few hours of trash tv. That's just how I roll. Sooo, this uninterrupted laziness is getting very, very, very old. Very. very, very quickly. And not having a schedule makes it hard to remember to brush your teeth. And that's just gross.
Nonetheless, I had a giant pity party post that I was planning posting, but then my friend Allison wrote this incredibly sweet post on her blog and I am all of the sudden reminded of how lucky I am. Not that I had forgotten, sometimes you just need it put in perspective. And in the big scheme of things, my pity party is just pitiful. (This will not deter me from actually HAVING a pity party...it just means that I won't be writing about it at this exact moment...because, dude, 38 weeks pregnant is hard.) Let's all wish Allison good luck at her first 70.3 attempt in New Orleans in a few weeks - I will cheering you on from afar my dear! You will be AMAZING!
So, to sum up my pity party (not to whine, but to inform...the post I HAD written was VERY whiny, this is only moderately whiny):
I have been in a lot of pain since about Week 36. I spent Thursday and Friday of last week in the hospital. I was having a lot of trouble breathing (at rest) and was feeling really lightheaded. They ran a bunch of tests, but were unable to find the source of the infection (I had high white blood cell count). By Friday, the count had come down (still high, but lower than before) and they released me on bedrest. The good news is that bedrest alleviates most of my pain (yayy!). The bad news is that I don't tolerate bedrest well. I'm kind of a lazy sort, but I like to earn my laziness...I don't allow myself to just sit around. I have to run 10 miles to earn a few hours of trash tv. That's just how I roll. Sooo, this uninterrupted laziness is getting very, very, very old. Very. very, very quickly. And not having a schedule makes it hard to remember to brush your teeth. And that's just gross.
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| Me, hanging out with my oxygen mask. |
At work, they started a pool to guess when Anna will arrive...$5 per entry, closest to the date/time wins...winner takes all. I selected April 1 and April 21...I really think she will come on Friday (only because Tommy will be about 5 hours away...) or April 21 because she hates me and wants me to suffer for as long as possible. :) Acting like a terd already. She gets it from Tommy.
But enough with the pity partying. I'm on bedrest, which is enough to make even the most inactive people go insane. But I am working from home, so at least I am occupied during the day...and then I make Tommy perform a song and dance when he gets home.My mom is the cutest thing ever. She teaches 1st grade, and on Friday, they were working on letter writing...so she wrote me a letter. Love that woman.
All my whining about my lack of king cake worked! :) My father-in-law heard my plea and sent one over and OMG, most delicious thing ever. If you have never experienced a real New Orleans king cake (preferrably from Randazzo's), you haven't lived (and no, that crap they sell at Kroger is NOT the real deal). It was even 5 days old due to some issues with the UPS and STILL the most delicious thing ever. And the best thing about king cake is that you can eat it for breakfast. Thank ya Bill!
At some point last week, I became a full fledged pregnant woman with hormones and cravings and all those wonderful things you read about. Until then, I had just been in pain. Now, I get upset about it too. And I may or may not have cried when the washing machine took too long. Yeah. Hormones. Awesome. And I had my first craving...Sprite. MUST. HAVE. SPRITE. NOOOOOOOOOW. I don't like Sprite. But man, I gotta have me a Sprite and I gotta have me a Sprite at this moment. So, now, thanks to my wonderful husband, we have a refrigerator that is fully stocked with delicious and nutritious Sprite.
My dog licked my last two Tagalongs (or Peanut Butter Patties or WHATEVER). But dude, I'm still eatin' 'em. Those are the last two. I can't miss out on the peanut buttery goodness until next year. Stupid dog. Hope she brushed her teeth after she ate poop the other day.
All in all, I am one lucky gal...thanks for the reminder Allison. :) And man, that Ironman finisher video gets me everytime. If having Anna is even half as good as finishing that race was, she will be worth all the pain I am dealing with right now. Can't wait to meet our stubborn little girl...the fat lady is singing, so let's get this over with!
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| All the important parts of the letter are circled. |
At some point last week, I became a full fledged pregnant woman with hormones and cravings and all those wonderful things you read about. Until then, I had just been in pain. Now, I get upset about it too. And I may or may not have cried when the washing machine took too long. Yeah. Hormones. Awesome. And I had my first craving...Sprite. MUST. HAVE. SPRITE. NOOOOOOOOOW. I don't like Sprite. But man, I gotta have me a Sprite and I gotta have me a Sprite at this moment. So, now, thanks to my wonderful husband, we have a refrigerator that is fully stocked with delicious and nutritious Sprite.
My dog licked my last two Tagalongs (or Peanut Butter Patties or WHATEVER). But dude, I'm still eatin' 'em. Those are the last two. I can't miss out on the peanut buttery goodness until next year. Stupid dog. Hope she brushed her teeth after she ate poop the other day.
All in all, I am one lucky gal...thanks for the reminder Allison. :) And man, that Ironman finisher video gets me everytime. If having Anna is even half as good as finishing that race was, she will be worth all the pain I am dealing with right now. Can't wait to meet our stubborn little girl...the fat lady is singing, so let's get this over with!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
One Two Buckle My Shoe.
So it took me about 45 minutes to pick out clothes for work today because the part of my wardrobe that actually fits is getting increasingly smaller and smaller. Each day is like a new adventure in What is Long Enough to Cover This Monstrosity? And then answer is pretty much nothing.
Alas, I finally picked out a hodge-podge outfit consisting of a skirt that was cute 20 lbs ago, a top that will probably never be cute because it looks like a tent (and is this really awful shade of purple...bought it online - bad call), a cardigan and my cutest mary jane heels.
I went downstairs (barefoot) to work a little before actually leaving for work (I don't get it either) and worked/ate breakfast. When it came time to leave I tried to put on my cutest mary janes and lo and behold, there is no way in hell I could get those things buckled. So I sent Tommy upstairs to get my second cutest pair of mary janes that do not require buckling because they are not as cute.
I have reached the point in pregnancy when I can no longer access my feet. I am thankful that I don't have to tie my shoes very often because it's really hard.
In other news:
It's really hard to shave your legs when you can barely reach them. I look like an assault victim.
I'm pretty sure Anna's first words will be "No Dixie no! (Dixie is our devil puppy...)
I REALLY need Dixie (who weighs 65lbs) to learn how to jump in the car. She is taking this whole "no jumping" thing a little far.
I'm going to have to start wearing a bikini to the pool. Hahahaha. The horror. Swimmers beware.
Alas, I finally picked out a hodge-podge outfit consisting of a skirt that was cute 20 lbs ago, a top that will probably never be cute because it looks like a tent (and is this really awful shade of purple...bought it online - bad call), a cardigan and my cutest mary jane heels.
I went downstairs (barefoot) to work a little before actually leaving for work (I don't get it either) and worked/ate breakfast. When it came time to leave I tried to put on my cutest mary janes and lo and behold, there is no way in hell I could get those things buckled. So I sent Tommy upstairs to get my second cutest pair of mary janes that do not require buckling because they are not as cute.
I have reached the point in pregnancy when I can no longer access my feet. I am thankful that I don't have to tie my shoes very often because it's really hard.
In other news:
It's really hard to shave your legs when you can barely reach them. I look like an assault victim.
I'm pretty sure Anna's first words will be "No Dixie no! (Dixie is our devil puppy...)
I REALLY need Dixie (who weighs 65lbs) to learn how to jump in the car. She is taking this whole "no jumping" thing a little far.
I'm going to have to start wearing a bikini to the pool. Hahahaha. The horror. Swimmers beware.
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Great Balls of Ice!
The Great Freeze of 2011!! It was a glorious day. Tommy and I both had off work - he locked himself away upstairs in the spare room and I took over the living room so I could make red beans and rice (for him, not me...beans are gross) and potato soup. Our house smelled AMAZING...and then about 7 hours later we ate lunch. Ha.
Well, Houston did in fact freeze, and it was slippery. At least for the dogs. The stairs to our yard were frozen solid and the dogs had some trouble navigating. The first time Tommy let them out in the morning, he didn't think about the stairs freezing, so he just opened the door and the 2 mutts raced down the stairs...where they slipped and slammed into the fence at the bottom. Ooops. This was probably hysterically fun for Dixie but for Don (who is 8 and has hip dysplasia) this was less than ideal.
So for the rest of the day, night and the next morning, Tommy had to pick up each of the dogs everytime they needed to pee and carry them down the slippery stairs. Unfortunately, the dogs weigh 65-70lbs each and due to their size are rather cumbersome to carry with one arm (the other hand was used to grip the railing). They would pee and then he would have to carry them back up. It was hysterical. They aren't big fans of being picked up (like their mom!) and they toes were splayed as far as they could go! I have video footage but it's definitely only footage that a mom could enjoy so I won't torture you with all 5 minutes of Dog Carrying. Just trust me, it's funny.
Then that night, we were supposed to go to a riveting breastfeeding class but it got cancelled...but we didn't find that out until after I had bathed and everything. I hate getting dressed after a day on the couch (call me gross, I care not)...I was not happy. So, I insisted that we go do SOMETHING. I mean, I was CLEAN afterall. So we went to the movies - saw No Strings Attached. It was cute. And I was able to limit my Slurpee intake to 1. Impressive.
Saturday was still icey and miserably cold, so I slept in and eventually Tommy made me go to the YMCA to swim. Unfortunately, the pool had not quite recovered from the freeze and it was ICEY. BRRRR! I sat on the edge for about 10 minutes before getting in. I count this as part of my workout.
Have I mentioned that I do not like winter? I do, however, like working from home for any reason. So, I will try to keep me complaints to a minimum.
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In baby news, I am 31 weeks along (just over 2 months left!) and the baby's room is basically complete! We still need all the little necessities like, I dunno, diapers, but the decorating part is pretty much done.
Large and in charge and taking illegal pictures in the locker room.
I love love love her room. It didn't turn out how I had planned but I really love it. I wanted it to look like a kid's room, but wanted to avoid Mickey and Pooh and cutesy baby stuff. I think I acheived my goal!
In pregnancy related health information: I have started feeling tired as they say is typical in the 3rd trimester, but so far, it's just tired. It's NOTHING compared to mind-numbing exhaustion of the 1st trimester and I am only getting about 3 hours of sleep a night, so the tiredness could be because of the pregnancy or because I'm only sleeping about 3 hours a night (which is due to the pregnancy, but whatever). Little Anna (I wasn't going to tell you her name, but then I posted the nursery pic, so oh well) likes to hang out on my right side...which is all well and good except that this means I can no longer sleep on my right side. This leaves me with one sleeping option...my left side. Which makes my arms go numb and hurts my hips. Soooo, sleeping just isn't happening. Such is life! Otherwise, we are all healthy and counting down the days until we meet (and I get to sleep on my stomach)!
Well, Houston did in fact freeze, and it was slippery. At least for the dogs. The stairs to our yard were frozen solid and the dogs had some trouble navigating. The first time Tommy let them out in the morning, he didn't think about the stairs freezing, so he just opened the door and the 2 mutts raced down the stairs...where they slipped and slammed into the fence at the bottom. Ooops. This was probably hysterically fun for Dixie but for Don (who is 8 and has hip dysplasia) this was less than ideal.
So for the rest of the day, night and the next morning, Tommy had to pick up each of the dogs everytime they needed to pee and carry them down the slippery stairs. Unfortunately, the dogs weigh 65-70lbs each and due to their size are rather cumbersome to carry with one arm (the other hand was used to grip the railing). They would pee and then he would have to carry them back up. It was hysterical. They aren't big fans of being picked up (like their mom!) and they toes were splayed as far as they could go! I have video footage but it's definitely only footage that a mom could enjoy so I won't torture you with all 5 minutes of Dog Carrying. Just trust me, it's funny.
Then that night, we were supposed to go to a riveting breastfeeding class but it got cancelled...but we didn't find that out until after I had bathed and everything. I hate getting dressed after a day on the couch (call me gross, I care not)...I was not happy. So, I insisted that we go do SOMETHING. I mean, I was CLEAN afterall. So we went to the movies - saw No Strings Attached. It was cute. And I was able to limit my Slurpee intake to 1. Impressive.
Saturday was still icey and miserably cold, so I slept in and eventually Tommy made me go to the YMCA to swim. Unfortunately, the pool had not quite recovered from the freeze and it was ICEY. BRRRR! I sat on the edge for about 10 minutes before getting in. I count this as part of my workout.
Have I mentioned that I do not like winter? I do, however, like working from home for any reason. So, I will try to keep me complaints to a minimum.
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In baby news, I am 31 weeks along (just over 2 months left!) and the baby's room is basically complete! We still need all the little necessities like, I dunno, diapers, but the decorating part is pretty much done.
Large and in charge and taking illegal pictures in the locker room.
I love love love her room. It didn't turn out how I had planned but I really love it. I wanted it to look like a kid's room, but wanted to avoid Mickey and Pooh and cutesy baby stuff. I think I acheived my goal!In pregnancy related health information: I have started feeling tired as they say is typical in the 3rd trimester, but so far, it's just tired. It's NOTHING compared to mind-numbing exhaustion of the 1st trimester and I am only getting about 3 hours of sleep a night, so the tiredness could be because of the pregnancy or because I'm only sleeping about 3 hours a night (which is due to the pregnancy, but whatever). Little Anna (I wasn't going to tell you her name, but then I posted the nursery pic, so oh well) likes to hang out on my right side...which is all well and good except that this means I can no longer sleep on my right side. This leaves me with one sleeping option...my left side. Which makes my arms go numb and hurts my hips. Soooo, sleeping just isn't happening. Such is life! Otherwise, we are all healthy and counting down the days until we meet (and I get to sleep on my stomach)!
Friday, February 04, 2011
Snow Day!
It's a Snow Day in Houston, Texas which means absolutely nothing except that most of the city got off from work for no reason. Darn! There isn't a snowflake in sight...but the steps to our "yard" are iced over which means it is quite a challenge for the dogs to get out there to pee. Tommy has to help Donny up and down, but Dixie just slides down and crashes into the fence. There is a high of 60 degrees predicted for tomorrow, so this will all be very shortlived and tomorrow we can get back to our normal life of shorts in the winter. (Sidenote: 60 degress is still VERY cold to Houstonians. We will still be bundled in most of our winter gear tomorrow, but we will be able to eat dinner outside, which is what it's all about.)
Nonetheless, I am enjoying my day on my couch. I still have to work, but it's a half-assed affair where I sit in my pj's with the tv on and get some work done. I still find it hard to believe that there are episodes of Say Yes to the Dress that I haven't seen yet. Oh how I love bridal shows!
Knowing I would have the day off today and that it would be balls cold (call me a weenie, but it's Houston...we don't live here for the winters...) so I went to the grocery store yesterday to stock up on wintery Hunker Down supplies. The city of Houston is excellent at hunkering down...and the rest of the city was at Kroger as well. I read an entire magazine while waiting in line to checkout. But hey, saved myself $4! I bought supplies to make red beans and rice for my cajun husband and the fixin's for potato soup for me. I don't do beans. [shudder] It was my first time making both and they were deeeeelicious...even if they took all day.
My only complaint about today is that we have breastfeeding class tonight (yippee!) and that means I will actually have to shower at some point. Tragedy strikes again.
In other news, the pics from the half marathon are up...
This is what "running" a half marathon looks like at 30 weeks pregnant.
And this is what running a half marathon (without the quotes) looks like. Tommy is giving the Shocker in honor of the baby!
Nonetheless, I am enjoying my day on my couch. I still have to work, but it's a half-assed affair where I sit in my pj's with the tv on and get some work done. I still find it hard to believe that there are episodes of Say Yes to the Dress that I haven't seen yet. Oh how I love bridal shows!
Knowing I would have the day off today and that it would be balls cold (call me a weenie, but it's Houston...we don't live here for the winters...) so I went to the grocery store yesterday to stock up on wintery Hunker Down supplies. The city of Houston is excellent at hunkering down...and the rest of the city was at Kroger as well. I read an entire magazine while waiting in line to checkout. But hey, saved myself $4! I bought supplies to make red beans and rice for my cajun husband and the fixin's for potato soup for me. I don't do beans. [shudder] It was my first time making both and they were deeeeelicious...even if they took all day.
My only complaint about today is that we have breastfeeding class tonight (yippee!) and that means I will actually have to shower at some point. Tragedy strikes again.
In other news, the pics from the half marathon are up...
This is what "running" a half marathon looks like at 30 weeks pregnant.
And this is what running a half marathon (without the quotes) looks like. Tommy is giving the Shocker in honor of the baby!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Awkward Turtle.
I had my first uncomfortable belly rub today.
I, surprisingly, have not been as irritated by strangers touching me and asking me questions as I thought I would be. I've found that, in general, as long as they aren't creepy about it, it really just doesn't bother me. This is very out of character for me, as I am generally a nasty sort, but it seriously doesn't bother me. Much.
The strange female bartender rubbed my belly. That was okay. The strange female cashier at the grocery store asked questions. That was okay. The strange female lifeguard asked questions. That was okay. The strange lady in the locker room rubbed my belly (after I was fully clothed). That was okay. The strange male co-worker rubbed my belly in the elevator. Totally NOT okay.
I mean, he wasn't being creepy and wasn't intending to be wierd, but dude. It was wierd. And it was in an elevator. And I had no where to go. I just turned around to end the conversation and started pressing all of the buttons. And then I got off on the next floor to escape.
But really, all in all, I've found that I am a lot more tolerant of people than I (and all my friends/family) thought I would be. People's rude and irritating questions don't really bother me like I thought they would. In general people are interested and just don't know what to say...and that's okay. The intent is there and I get that...and I appreciate your interest in me and my baby. Even if you sound like an ignorant buffoon. I know I have asked some ignorant buffoon questions and said some dumb sh1t at some point in my life. We can just cut each other some slack. Okay?
When people ask me wierd/inappropriate questions, I tend to answer them totally truthfully which I think freaks people out (only partially my intent). But hey, if you ask about my sex life, I'm gonna tell you about my sex life! Graphically. With pictures. If you ask how I'm feeling and I haven't pooped in 3 weeks, well, I'm gonna tell you about it. Graphically. Possibly with pictures. And if you want to feel my belly, I'll probably let you. Unless we are stuck on an elevator and/or you are creepy.
I, surprisingly, have not been as irritated by strangers touching me and asking me questions as I thought I would be. I've found that, in general, as long as they aren't creepy about it, it really just doesn't bother me. This is very out of character for me, as I am generally a nasty sort, but it seriously doesn't bother me. Much.
The strange female bartender rubbed my belly. That was okay. The strange female cashier at the grocery store asked questions. That was okay. The strange female lifeguard asked questions. That was okay. The strange lady in the locker room rubbed my belly (after I was fully clothed). That was okay. The strange male co-worker rubbed my belly in the elevator. Totally NOT okay.
I mean, he wasn't being creepy and wasn't intending to be wierd, but dude. It was wierd. And it was in an elevator. And I had no where to go. I just turned around to end the conversation and started pressing all of the buttons. And then I got off on the next floor to escape.
But really, all in all, I've found that I am a lot more tolerant of people than I (and all my friends/family) thought I would be. People's rude and irritating questions don't really bother me like I thought they would. In general people are interested and just don't know what to say...and that's okay. The intent is there and I get that...and I appreciate your interest in me and my baby. Even if you sound like an ignorant buffoon. I know I have asked some ignorant buffoon questions and said some dumb sh1t at some point in my life. We can just cut each other some slack. Okay?
When people ask me wierd/inappropriate questions, I tend to answer them totally truthfully which I think freaks people out (only partially my intent). But hey, if you ask about my sex life, I'm gonna tell you about my sex life! Graphically. With pictures. If you ask how I'm feeling and I haven't pooped in 3 weeks, well, I'm gonna tell you about it. Graphically. Possibly with pictures. And if you want to feel my belly, I'll probably let you. Unless we are stuck on an elevator and/or you are creepy.
Monday, January 24, 2011
It's the Little Things.
It's the little things that you don't really think about...
...Like how the towels at the gym aren't really big enough to go all the way around me anymore. I now require twice as many towels as I did before.
...It's hard to eat my dinner at the coffee table because I can't really lean forward for that long.
...Tying my shoes is really tough...especially if I don't succeed the first time. (luckily, being the hardcore triathlete that I am, I only have one pair of shoes that actually require tying.)
...Packing clothes for the gym in the morning is hard...I never know what is going to fit. And I obviously can't wear the gym towel to work.
Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy didn't tell me these little tidbits!
In other news, our baby's room is pretty much done! Now, we just need the junk to fill the drawers and the baby! I will post pics in a few weeks when the final touches get placed. It's VERY bright and bold and very NOT me...but it turned out better than I could have hoped and I love it! I sat in the glider most of the weekend...partly because I just like it in there and also because it is seriously overstuffed and needs to be broken in. It's also very gender neutral, so, in the event that she is actually a he, we are ready to go. (This is seriously a HUGE fear of mine...best to take precautions when possible.)
...Like how the towels at the gym aren't really big enough to go all the way around me anymore. I now require twice as many towels as I did before.
...It's hard to eat my dinner at the coffee table because I can't really lean forward for that long.
...Tying my shoes is really tough...especially if I don't succeed the first time. (luckily, being the hardcore triathlete that I am, I only have one pair of shoes that actually require tying.)
...Packing clothes for the gym in the morning is hard...I never know what is going to fit. And I obviously can't wear the gym towel to work.
Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy didn't tell me these little tidbits!
In other news, our baby's room is pretty much done! Now, we just need the junk to fill the drawers and the baby! I will post pics in a few weeks when the final touches get placed. It's VERY bright and bold and very NOT me...but it turned out better than I could have hoped and I love it! I sat in the glider most of the weekend...partly because I just like it in there and also because it is seriously overstuffed and needs to be broken in. It's also very gender neutral, so, in the event that she is actually a he, we are ready to go. (This is seriously a HUGE fear of mine...best to take precautions when possible.)
Monday, January 17, 2011
In Pictures...
If you are looking to assault your senses, you've come to the right place.
Here is my pregnancy, in pictures, taken by me, with my cell phone, in various bathrooms that I frequent. Stay classy.
18 Weeks. Super proud to finally have a gut. Even if it still looks more like a food baby than an actual baby.
19 Weeks. Finally sporting a semi-baby looking baby.
21 Weeks. At 20 weeks, we were on vacation in Cancun, where I spent the entire trip, covering up my gut, eating gummi bears and avoiding mexican food. Stupid pregnancy cravings. This is probably not an actually Baby Belly. This belly is full of gummi bears. Srsly.
23 Weeks. This happened overnight. I went to work party on Friday night and wore normal clothes...woke up on Saturday and had this. I had to take off work on Monday to go maternity clothes shopping because I had nothing. But I finally have something to show for months of nausea and sloth-liness!!
24 weeks. This shirt is super flattering. NOT.
25 Weeks. Check out that hideous art work that my mom INSISTS on displaying in the bathroom, despite me telling her that I drew it as a joke and is one of the uglier things I have ever drawn (excluding the painting that I attempted last night which is, in fact, the ugliest thing I have ever painted).
26 Weeks. It's looking a little bit pointy. She is a little wild and wooly.
27 Weeks. In the locker room at work. Hoping no one comes in. Day 1 of the home stretch!
Today marks 28 weeks. 7th inning stretch!! Let the games continue!
Here is my pregnancy, in pictures, taken by me, with my cell phone, in various bathrooms that I frequent. Stay classy.
18 Weeks. Super proud to finally have a gut. Even if it still looks more like a food baby than an actual baby.
19 Weeks. Finally sporting a semi-baby looking baby.
21 Weeks. At 20 weeks, we were on vacation in Cancun, where I spent the entire trip, covering up my gut, eating gummi bears and avoiding mexican food. Stupid pregnancy cravings. This is probably not an actually Baby Belly. This belly is full of gummi bears. Srsly.
23 Weeks. This happened overnight. I went to work party on Friday night and wore normal clothes...woke up on Saturday and had this. I had to take off work on Monday to go maternity clothes shopping because I had nothing. But I finally have something to show for months of nausea and sloth-liness!!
24 weeks. This shirt is super flattering. NOT.
25 Weeks. Check out that hideous art work that my mom INSISTS on displaying in the bathroom, despite me telling her that I drew it as a joke and is one of the uglier things I have ever drawn (excluding the painting that I attempted last night which is, in fact, the ugliest thing I have ever painted).
26 Weeks. It's looking a little bit pointy. She is a little wild and wooly.
27 Weeks. In the locker room at work. Hoping no one comes in. Day 1 of the home stretch!Today marks 28 weeks. 7th inning stretch!! Let the games continue!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
2010. Phew. I'm Pooped.
2010. It's been a good one, but I could totally use a nap.
1. What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before?
Got pregnant.
Went to 5 weddings in 4 weeks.
Watched an Ironman.
Cried at work.
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?My goals for 2010 include, but are not limited to:
1. Being a better person. For example: Stop yelling at stupid people. They know they are stupid and they don't need to be reminded constantly. Or do they?
Success Rating: 4. I really worked on this. I will probably NEVER achieve this goal, but as long as I keep in front of my mind, I will hopefully continue to make strides. Fingers crossed. I'm giving myself some E for Effort here.
2. Drop a pants size. (this will never happen and will totally be blamed on my 11 month deadline. If I had only had one more month...)
Success Rating: SUCCESS! After months of tests and waiting on results, I finally got a diagnoses of insulin resistance (and PCOS)...and then the drugs that went along with it. The drugs were evil, but they worked. I miss them terribly. Without them, I wake up salivating from dreams about bread and then I eat bread...vicious cycle. Alas, I DID drop a pants size this summer and it was a magical day. Unfortunately for my pants, I immediately got pregnat and was only able to enjoy them for a few weeks. I look forward to getting back into shape after this baby hatches...I miss everything about being fit so so so soooooo much.
3. Enjoy life more. I feel like I do this to the extreme most of the time, but really, if there is one part of your life where there is always room for improvement, this is it.
Success Rating: 10! I love my life, my friends, my family, etc...gonna keep on keeping on and remembering to show the love to those I love!
4. Start volunteering at the animal shelter again. Ironman derailed my volunteering in 2009 and I miss the puppies! (Sidenote: adopt a dog from a shelter today!)
Success Rating: 1. This just hasn't happened. My new role just isn't as flexible as my old on in terms of getting Fridays off, so volunteering time isn't as feasible as it once was. I am giving me a 1 (instead of a 0) because we have increased our financial contributions this year...which is better than nothing. AND we adopted a mongrel from our local Great Pyrenees Rescue. Dixie had been left on the side of the road, was malnourished and covered in mange...we were able to take her into our home and love her back to health. She is the devil, but she is OUR devil and we love her.
5. Get faster! Specifically, I want to run a 1:50 half marathon in 2010 (the Houston Marathon in Jan will also qualify to meet this goal)
Success Rating: 3. I was on my way to meet this goal before I got knocked up, so I will give myself SOME credit for effort. I don't know that I was on track for acheiving this but regardless, I would have gotten really close had my season gone on as planned. I probably won't acheive this in 2011 either, but this will get back on the goal list as some point.
6. Save more money so Tommy and I can move to the beach sooner rather than later.
Success Rating: 7. We have been really good this year and have been saving like banshees. Let's keep at it! I need me some beach!
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yes - My pals Jodie and Tiffany and Kristin. All had little girls so our little one with have friends to play dress up with. (Unless she surprises us and ends up being a boy...yes, I am SUPER paranoid about this.)
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes, my grandmother - my moms mom - passed away this summer. Between Tommy and I, we are down to one grandparent. Getting old sucks.
5. What countries did you visit?
Mehico! My favorite place in the world. We went to Cancun and Cozumel and even though I was sick as a dog the ENTIRE time, we had an amazing vacation. Viva la Ironman!
6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?
More puppies! Okay, that's a lie. I would like more grown, well-behaved dogs. Puppies make me freaking insane.
Otherwise, nothing - (also a lie, I mean, let's be honest, I could always use some material crap, but that would negate the Saving and Moving to the Beach Plan) - I am seriously the luckiest girl in the world.
7. What dates from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Aug 5...the day I found out I was pregnant via peeing on a stick, my favorite pasttime.
4 weeks later - the day we saw her little heart beating for the first time.
Our staycation in downtown Houston - so perfectly timed and needed and WONDERFUL.
The first time Tommy felt our little one kick.
Watching Ironman (seriously, I was almost as emotional about this as I was about the baby kicking...I'm telling you, Ironman is AMAZING.)
Front row tickets to Swan Lake...omg. I LOVE the ballet.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Fitting all our stuff in the car for the trek to Dallas for Christmas. Dear lord.
Just kidding.
Biggest accomplishment was...eh, hell if I know. I PRed my half Ironman time, my 5K time and my sprint and olympic times...AND I got 1st place in the sprint and then 3rd the next day...and 4th a few weeks later...all in all, a great (half) year in athletics for me.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Not making the time to volunteer at the animal shelter. It's a cause that is so important to me. I just need to make the time.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Always! I suffered my usual twice yearly allergies/sinus infection/nastiness. Pregnancy is niether an illness nor an injury, but damn, it usually feels like one.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
OMG. We got bedroom furniture. It's GORGEOUS. Absolutely freaking gorgeous. We still need bedside tables, but overall, our bedroom is GORGEOUS. Siiiiiiiiigh. I feel like a princess!!
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Tommy's...pretty much always Tommy. I have no idea how he tolerates me, but I thank my lucky stars that he does! And maybe Dixie deserves some credit too - she was potty trained in record time. Nice job pup!
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Other than Kate and John Gosselin? And Mel Gibson? And Tiger Woods?
I know I have some friends who's behavoir made me a little sad, but let's be honest, I'm sure I hurt my fair share of feelings in there, so we will call it even and blame all the appalling depressing sh1t on the celebrities.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Vacation! As it should. And we bought gorgeous bedroom furniture (have I mentioned that??) and then we have this rugrat on the way that is apparently a money grubbing mongrel because she isn't even here yet and is taking all my cash.
15. What did you get really excited about?
All my races in the spring and how far I had come...and then losing all that fitness because there is a baby on the way. You can't have it all!! :)
16. What song will always remind you of 2010?
King of Anything by Sara Bareilles and Sister, Sister by Train...for no other reason than I love it and could listen to it over and and over and over again...despite the fact that these are likely two of the most irritating songs EVER sung. I have terrible taste in music.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
(a) happier or sadder? Happier.
(b) thinner or fatter? Thinner...then fatter, much much fatter. Darn you pregnancy.
(c) richer or poorer? No change? I guess richer because we saved really well this year. Hooray!
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Sleeping in. I never feel like I do enough sleeping in. Or sleeping in general.
And spending more time with friends...you can never have enough time with friends and family!
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Eating out. Gossiping. Pining after crap I don't actually care about.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
With my wonderful family in Dallas...relaxing, drinking, watching tv, playing Angry Birds, sleeping, eating, baking...ah, it was wonderful.
21. Did you fall in love in 2010?
Always! Everyday with my wonderful husband and our little monster growing inside me. Fingers crossed she is just like her daddy or we are totally screwed.
22. What was your favorite TV program?
Forever and always Friends. But after that, How I Met Your Mother and Modern Family. 30 minutes is about the extent of my attention span.
23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Hate is a strong word, but I do dislike some people more than I disliked them last year.
24. What was the best book you read?
Other than Pregnancy and Baby books? Ha. I dunno. I love books. Love them all pretty much. But let's be honest, the Bride Quartet by Nora Roberts was a real page turner.
25. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Yeah, I updated my iPod 3 years ago. My greatest musical discovery is whatever comes on the radio and makes me bop my head a little.
26. What did you want and get?
I really wanted bedroom furniture and it happened...have I mentioned the bedroom furniture?? As Mia Michaels would say, "Gorgeoiux". Not sure how you would spell that, but since it's not a real word, I'm not terribly concerned.
27. What did you want and not get?
A 1:50 half marathon...2012, it will happen in 2012.
28. What was your favorite film of this year?
Burlesque and Black Swan...I love the dancing and the singing. Inception was awesome and all, but the lack of singing and dancing really puts it below the other two.
29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 29 this year but I have absolutely no recollection of what we did on my birthday...it was a blast though, I'm sure!
30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
To have convinced the WTC to give me my Ironman refund for IMTX next year. Such is life!
31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?
This is dumb.
32. What kept you sane?
My puppies! And my cool wo-workers. And my amazing friends. But most of all, Tommy.
33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Forever and always, Christian Bale.
34. What political issue stirred you the most?
Not getting into it.
35. Who did you miss?
My friends and family who live far away - I just don't get to see them as much as I would like. XOXOX!
36. Who was the best new person you met?
Dixie the Dog!
37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.
Anonymous people on the internet suck. Haha. Not exactly a valuable life lesson, but it's fact!
38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Live like you're dying! Ha. Just kidding. That song was lame and so is that guy, but whatever. I don't know music.
1. What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before?
Got pregnant.
Went to 5 weddings in 4 weeks.
Watched an Ironman.
Cried at work.
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?My goals for 2010 include, but are not limited to:
1. Being a better person. For example: Stop yelling at stupid people. They know they are stupid and they don't need to be reminded constantly. Or do they?
Success Rating: 4. I really worked on this. I will probably NEVER achieve this goal, but as long as I keep in front of my mind, I will hopefully continue to make strides. Fingers crossed. I'm giving myself some E for Effort here.
2. Drop a pants size. (this will never happen and will totally be blamed on my 11 month deadline. If I had only had one more month...)
Success Rating: SUCCESS! After months of tests and waiting on results, I finally got a diagnoses of insulin resistance (and PCOS)...and then the drugs that went along with it. The drugs were evil, but they worked. I miss them terribly. Without them, I wake up salivating from dreams about bread and then I eat bread...vicious cycle. Alas, I DID drop a pants size this summer and it was a magical day. Unfortunately for my pants, I immediately got pregnat and was only able to enjoy them for a few weeks. I look forward to getting back into shape after this baby hatches...I miss everything about being fit so so so soooooo much.
3. Enjoy life more. I feel like I do this to the extreme most of the time, but really, if there is one part of your life where there is always room for improvement, this is it.
Success Rating: 10! I love my life, my friends, my family, etc...gonna keep on keeping on and remembering to show the love to those I love!
4. Start volunteering at the animal shelter again. Ironman derailed my volunteering in 2009 and I miss the puppies! (Sidenote: adopt a dog from a shelter today!)
Success Rating: 1. This just hasn't happened. My new role just isn't as flexible as my old on in terms of getting Fridays off, so volunteering time isn't as feasible as it once was. I am giving me a 1 (instead of a 0) because we have increased our financial contributions this year...which is better than nothing. AND we adopted a mongrel from our local Great Pyrenees Rescue. Dixie had been left on the side of the road, was malnourished and covered in mange...we were able to take her into our home and love her back to health. She is the devil, but she is OUR devil and we love her.
5. Get faster! Specifically, I want to run a 1:50 half marathon in 2010 (the Houston Marathon in Jan will also qualify to meet this goal)
Success Rating: 3. I was on my way to meet this goal before I got knocked up, so I will give myself SOME credit for effort. I don't know that I was on track for acheiving this but regardless, I would have gotten really close had my season gone on as planned. I probably won't acheive this in 2011 either, but this will get back on the goal list as some point.
6. Save more money so Tommy and I can move to the beach sooner rather than later.
Success Rating: 7. We have been really good this year and have been saving like banshees. Let's keep at it! I need me some beach!
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yes - My pals Jodie and Tiffany and Kristin. All had little girls so our little one with have friends to play dress up with. (Unless she surprises us and ends up being a boy...yes, I am SUPER paranoid about this.)
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes, my grandmother - my moms mom - passed away this summer. Between Tommy and I, we are down to one grandparent. Getting old sucks.
5. What countries did you visit?
Mehico! My favorite place in the world. We went to Cancun and Cozumel and even though I was sick as a dog the ENTIRE time, we had an amazing vacation. Viva la Ironman!
6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?
More puppies! Okay, that's a lie. I would like more grown, well-behaved dogs. Puppies make me freaking insane.
Otherwise, nothing - (also a lie, I mean, let's be honest, I could always use some material crap, but that would negate the Saving and Moving to the Beach Plan) - I am seriously the luckiest girl in the world.
7. What dates from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Aug 5...the day I found out I was pregnant via peeing on a stick, my favorite pasttime.
4 weeks later - the day we saw her little heart beating for the first time.
Our staycation in downtown Houston - so perfectly timed and needed and WONDERFUL.
The first time Tommy felt our little one kick.
Watching Ironman (seriously, I was almost as emotional about this as I was about the baby kicking...I'm telling you, Ironman is AMAZING.)
Front row tickets to Swan Lake...omg. I LOVE the ballet.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Fitting all our stuff in the car for the trek to Dallas for Christmas. Dear lord.
Just kidding.
Biggest accomplishment was...eh, hell if I know. I PRed my half Ironman time, my 5K time and my sprint and olympic times...AND I got 1st place in the sprint and then 3rd the next day...and 4th a few weeks later...all in all, a great (half) year in athletics for me.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Not making the time to volunteer at the animal shelter. It's a cause that is so important to me. I just need to make the time.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Always! I suffered my usual twice yearly allergies/sinus infection/nastiness. Pregnancy is niether an illness nor an injury, but damn, it usually feels like one.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
OMG. We got bedroom furniture. It's GORGEOUS. Absolutely freaking gorgeous. We still need bedside tables, but overall, our bedroom is GORGEOUS. Siiiiiiiiigh. I feel like a princess!!
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Tommy's...pretty much always Tommy. I have no idea how he tolerates me, but I thank my lucky stars that he does! And maybe Dixie deserves some credit too - she was potty trained in record time. Nice job pup!
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Other than Kate and John Gosselin? And Mel Gibson? And Tiger Woods?
I know I have some friends who's behavoir made me a little sad, but let's be honest, I'm sure I hurt my fair share of feelings in there, so we will call it even and blame all the appalling depressing sh1t on the celebrities.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Vacation! As it should. And we bought gorgeous bedroom furniture (have I mentioned that??) and then we have this rugrat on the way that is apparently a money grubbing mongrel because she isn't even here yet and is taking all my cash.
15. What did you get really excited about?
All my races in the spring and how far I had come...and then losing all that fitness because there is a baby on the way. You can't have it all!! :)
16. What song will always remind you of 2010?
King of Anything by Sara Bareilles and Sister, Sister by Train...for no other reason than I love it and could listen to it over and and over and over again...despite the fact that these are likely two of the most irritating songs EVER sung. I have terrible taste in music.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
(a) happier or sadder? Happier.
(b) thinner or fatter? Thinner...then fatter, much much fatter. Darn you pregnancy.
(c) richer or poorer? No change? I guess richer because we saved really well this year. Hooray!
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Sleeping in. I never feel like I do enough sleeping in. Or sleeping in general.
And spending more time with friends...you can never have enough time with friends and family!
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Eating out. Gossiping. Pining after crap I don't actually care about.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
With my wonderful family in Dallas...relaxing, drinking, watching tv, playing Angry Birds, sleeping, eating, baking...ah, it was wonderful.
21. Did you fall in love in 2010?
Always! Everyday with my wonderful husband and our little monster growing inside me. Fingers crossed she is just like her daddy or we are totally screwed.
22. What was your favorite TV program?
Forever and always Friends. But after that, How I Met Your Mother and Modern Family. 30 minutes is about the extent of my attention span.
23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Hate is a strong word, but I do dislike some people more than I disliked them last year.
24. What was the best book you read?
Other than Pregnancy and Baby books? Ha. I dunno. I love books. Love them all pretty much. But let's be honest, the Bride Quartet by Nora Roberts was a real page turner.
25. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Yeah, I updated my iPod 3 years ago. My greatest musical discovery is whatever comes on the radio and makes me bop my head a little.
26. What did you want and get?
I really wanted bedroom furniture and it happened...have I mentioned the bedroom furniture?? As Mia Michaels would say, "Gorgeoiux". Not sure how you would spell that, but since it's not a real word, I'm not terribly concerned.
27. What did you want and not get?
A 1:50 half marathon...2012, it will happen in 2012.
28. What was your favorite film of this year?
Burlesque and Black Swan...I love the dancing and the singing. Inception was awesome and all, but the lack of singing and dancing really puts it below the other two.
29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 29 this year but I have absolutely no recollection of what we did on my birthday...it was a blast though, I'm sure!
30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
To have convinced the WTC to give me my Ironman refund for IMTX next year. Such is life!
31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?
This is dumb.
32. What kept you sane?
My puppies! And my cool wo-workers. And my amazing friends. But most of all, Tommy.
33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Forever and always, Christian Bale.
34. What political issue stirred you the most?
Not getting into it.
35. Who did you miss?
My friends and family who live far away - I just don't get to see them as much as I would like. XOXOX!
36. Who was the best new person you met?
Dixie the Dog!
37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.
Anonymous people on the internet suck. Haha. Not exactly a valuable life lesson, but it's fact!
38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Live like you're dying! Ha. Just kidding. That song was lame and so is that guy, but whatever. I don't know music.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
What My Mama Taught Me.
My mama taught me some manners. I can't say that I always USE them, but I at least KNOW them.
She taught me that if I go to someones house for dinner I have to eat a little bit of everything. So for example, I went to my BFF Paige's house for dinner the other night and she told me we were having Potato Soup Salad. I ate a little snack beforehand because dude, potato soup salad sounds gross. But I knew I would have to eat a little of it, because that's polite. I just didn't want to starve too.
Turns out that Paige just doesn't like to use punctuation in her texts and we were actually having Potato Soup COMMA Salad...which was quite tasty. It's a shame I wasn't hungry enough to eat all of it.
Fast forward to yesterday at work when we were all sitting around discussing what everyone else was bringing for the potluck today. I said I was bringing mac and cheese and someone said, "It better be homemade, Kraft is gross". I said, "Nah, I'm gonna bring Kraft because the only thing we have to heat it up with is a microwave and microwaved homemade mac is nasty". She said, "That's gross. People will be disappointed."
I almost punched her.
My response to that was, "Well, then you don't have to eat it and you are welcome to bring your own homemade mac".
Let us bear in mind that the person making these comments is my boss.
I may be unemployed tomorrow.
The conversation went on and on about how Kraft is gross (which let's be honest, it's not as good as homemade in any way, shape or form, but it is not gross) and how I am a terrible person and am ruining Thanksgiving, etc...
DUDE. It's the work potluck. It's not even in close proximity to Thanksgiving. I have got to hope that you have more important things to worry about.
Are you allowed to critsize the food that others bring to a potluck? My mama would say no.
She taught me that if I go to someones house for dinner I have to eat a little bit of everything. So for example, I went to my BFF Paige's house for dinner the other night and she told me we were having Potato Soup Salad. I ate a little snack beforehand because dude, potato soup salad sounds gross. But I knew I would have to eat a little of it, because that's polite. I just didn't want to starve too.
Turns out that Paige just doesn't like to use punctuation in her texts and we were actually having Potato Soup COMMA Salad...which was quite tasty. It's a shame I wasn't hungry enough to eat all of it.
Fast forward to yesterday at work when we were all sitting around discussing what everyone else was bringing for the potluck today. I said I was bringing mac and cheese and someone said, "It better be homemade, Kraft is gross". I said, "Nah, I'm gonna bring Kraft because the only thing we have to heat it up with is a microwave and microwaved homemade mac is nasty". She said, "That's gross. People will be disappointed."
I almost punched her.
My response to that was, "Well, then you don't have to eat it and you are welcome to bring your own homemade mac".
Let us bear in mind that the person making these comments is my boss.
I may be unemployed tomorrow.
The conversation went on and on about how Kraft is gross (which let's be honest, it's not as good as homemade in any way, shape or form, but it is not gross) and how I am a terrible person and am ruining Thanksgiving, etc...
DUDE. It's the work potluck. It's not even in close proximity to Thanksgiving. I have got to hope that you have more important things to worry about.
Are you allowed to critsize the food that others bring to a potluck? My mama would say no.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
SAFETY FIRST!
In my extensive research, on company time, I determined that a spider is in fact both an insect and an arachnid. Arachnid is a sub-species of Insect.
Duh.
Safety is a number one priority at my office. Yes, I said, "at my office", where the most dangerous activity one can engage in is typing. Carpal tunnel is a real issue. Nonetheless, I spend an inappropriately large amount of my time filling out forms for safe working (such as: "Don't put your hands under the hot coffee water" and "Open doors slowly"). I fill out one of these forms weekly and then a larger, more intimidating form on a monthly basis.
I'm all for safety, but really, I work in an office. Any injuries I sustain, short of the refrigerator falling on me, are likely my fault at the whim of my stupidity.
But luckily for me, and the safety of all my colleagues, my company employs a Safety Man. His sole job is to write up safety reports on incidents that occur in the building. I assume he gets paid buckets of money for doing this job.
Last week, I recieved an 8 page presentation on a bug bite an employee recieved while at the office. In the presentation, the Safety Guy jumped back and forth from calling it a bug bite, an insect bite and a spider bite...I was so confused. Let's get the facts straight pal!! The verdict of the Root Cause Investigation (that I am sure took many an overtime hour) was that the victims cubicle was a filthy hell hole that probably harbored animals much worse than bugs. But because he was a filthy beast of a man, we were all forced to endure an 8 page slideshow presentation about his bug bite. A bug bite that just itched a little. It's not like it was a brown recluse bite or had severe swelling. No, it just itched. A little.
Are you kidding me??
Then, this week, I recieve a quick and dirty note about how the elevators have been recalled...and to just "be careful".
An itchy bug bite warrants 8 pages and a recalled elevator gets a quick snippet of an email??
I'll take the stairs.
Duh.
Safety is a number one priority at my office. Yes, I said, "at my office", where the most dangerous activity one can engage in is typing. Carpal tunnel is a real issue. Nonetheless, I spend an inappropriately large amount of my time filling out forms for safe working (such as: "Don't put your hands under the hot coffee water" and "Open doors slowly"). I fill out one of these forms weekly and then a larger, more intimidating form on a monthly basis.
I'm all for safety, but really, I work in an office. Any injuries I sustain, short of the refrigerator falling on me, are likely my fault at the whim of my stupidity.
But luckily for me, and the safety of all my colleagues, my company employs a Safety Man. His sole job is to write up safety reports on incidents that occur in the building. I assume he gets paid buckets of money for doing this job.
Last week, I recieved an 8 page presentation on a bug bite an employee recieved while at the office. In the presentation, the Safety Guy jumped back and forth from calling it a bug bite, an insect bite and a spider bite...I was so confused. Let's get the facts straight pal!! The verdict of the Root Cause Investigation (that I am sure took many an overtime hour) was that the victims cubicle was a filthy hell hole that probably harbored animals much worse than bugs. But because he was a filthy beast of a man, we were all forced to endure an 8 page slideshow presentation about his bug bite. A bug bite that just itched a little. It's not like it was a brown recluse bite or had severe swelling. No, it just itched. A little.
Are you kidding me??
Then, this week, I recieve a quick and dirty note about how the elevators have been recalled...and to just "be careful".
An itchy bug bite warrants 8 pages and a recalled elevator gets a quick snippet of an email??
I'll take the stairs.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Puppies!
Ah, the joys of dog ownership.
Dixie is a wonderful dog. She is cuddly and playful and pretty smart, although, at this point, she is more belligerent than anything else. Then again, most parents say their kids are pretty smart and the poor stupid kid can barely quack like a duck. So, who am I to speculate on the genius-ness of Dixie the Dog? She is probably dumber than a box of rocks.
And I have met some dumb rocks.
But so far her biggest issue is that she eats Don. Don doesn't seem to mind this, as he is very fluffy and probably doesn't even notice that she is his own personal grooming service. She eats him and pulls the excess hair off of him which would be great except that she is too dumb to spit it out...so it gets swallowed. Which then means Don's hair hits her stomach and digestive track, only to be pooped out in a giant Dixie the Dog sized terd. With hair in it. And if the terd comes out, but all the hair does not, then there is a giant terd hanging from her butt by a long string of Don's hair. And since Dixie does not possess opposable thumbs, the task of terd removal lies completely on the parents. Me.
So, on Tuesday, I donned a pair of plastic gloves and some paper towels and got about the task of terd removal.
Dixie was pleased to have this nuisance removed, but then, in her stupidity, she swallowed a giant hunk of Don.
Lovely. I'm almost certain she could get into Harvard.
Woe is me.
EL DIABLO!!
Dixie is a wonderful dog. She is cuddly and playful and pretty smart, although, at this point, she is more belligerent than anything else. Then again, most parents say their kids are pretty smart and the poor stupid kid can barely quack like a duck. So, who am I to speculate on the genius-ness of Dixie the Dog? She is probably dumber than a box of rocks.
And I have met some dumb rocks.
But so far her biggest issue is that she eats Don. Don doesn't seem to mind this, as he is very fluffy and probably doesn't even notice that she is his own personal grooming service. She eats him and pulls the excess hair off of him which would be great except that she is too dumb to spit it out...so it gets swallowed. Which then means Don's hair hits her stomach and digestive track, only to be pooped out in a giant Dixie the Dog sized terd. With hair in it. And if the terd comes out, but all the hair does not, then there is a giant terd hanging from her butt by a long string of Don's hair. And since Dixie does not possess opposable thumbs, the task of terd removal lies completely on the parents. Me.
So, on Tuesday, I donned a pair of plastic gloves and some paper towels and got about the task of terd removal.
Dixie was pleased to have this nuisance removed, but then, in her stupidity, she swallowed a giant hunk of Don.
Lovely. I'm almost certain she could get into Harvard.
Woe is me.
EL DIABLO!!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Life. It Happens.
To fill you in on my several week absence:
I signed up for Ironman Texas. Tommy signed up for Ironman Texas. Pretty much every triathlete we know signed up for Ironman Texas. The training will be very fun...but very cold. The race will be very fun...but very hot. I'm really looking forward to training with all my friends, racing in town and completing my second Ironman. The pressure is off this time...if I suck, I suck, but hey, I'm already an Ironman!! Who cares?!?!
We got to take a staycation over the 4th of July and it was so awesome. We took a cab downtown and stayed at the Four Seasons where we got a free upgrade to a pool side room. We spent the afternoons lounging by the pool, getting spritzed with Evian (wtf?!?) and ordering $14 margaritas (we only had 1). The best part of a vacation in town is that it's super easy to bring your own wine!
We came home to a new puppy - Dixie - that we were allowed to foster for a few days to decide if we wanted to adopt her (what a great option!) and of course, once we got adjusted to life with a puppy, we fell in love with her!
Dixie the Dog is here to stay.
As far as workouts go, we are trying to get back into it and get some consistency. My swimming is pretty much an epic fail...but I don't really know what I can expect when I only swim once a month. My biking is staying pretty consistent and I can't complain there. My running isn't going as well as I would like...but again, this is entirely because I haven't actually been running. I think my goal of completing a 1:50 half marathon is pretty much ridiculous at this point. That said, we participated in HRTC's BassAckWards Triathlon this past weekend and did really well...and had a blast. Swimming after biking and running is much harder than you would think.
And we hit up an Astro's game - thanks to Melissa - Tommy wore his new fancy jersey, I caught a ball AND we were on the KissCam. I mean, really? All in one day?!? (I think this was the ballpark apologizing for not serving me beer at the concession stand despite the fact that I am 29 years old and my ID looks JUST like me).
So, things are going well - I feel refreshed after our staycation and I am ready to tackle the world!! I just need to get home today so I can play with my puppies!!
I signed up for Ironman Texas. Tommy signed up for Ironman Texas. Pretty much every triathlete we know signed up for Ironman Texas. The training will be very fun...but very cold. The race will be very fun...but very hot. I'm really looking forward to training with all my friends, racing in town and completing my second Ironman. The pressure is off this time...if I suck, I suck, but hey, I'm already an Ironman!! Who cares?!?!
We got to take a staycation over the 4th of July and it was so awesome. We took a cab downtown and stayed at the Four Seasons where we got a free upgrade to a pool side room. We spent the afternoons lounging by the pool, getting spritzed with Evian (wtf?!?) and ordering $14 margaritas (we only had 1). The best part of a vacation in town is that it's super easy to bring your own wine!
We came home to a new puppy - Dixie - that we were allowed to foster for a few days to decide if we wanted to adopt her (what a great option!) and of course, once we got adjusted to life with a puppy, we fell in love with her!
Dixie the Dog is here to stay.As far as workouts go, we are trying to get back into it and get some consistency. My swimming is pretty much an epic fail...but I don't really know what I can expect when I only swim once a month. My biking is staying pretty consistent and I can't complain there. My running isn't going as well as I would like...but again, this is entirely because I haven't actually been running. I think my goal of completing a 1:50 half marathon is pretty much ridiculous at this point. That said, we participated in HRTC's BassAckWards Triathlon this past weekend and did really well...and had a blast. Swimming after biking and running is much harder than you would think.
And we hit up an Astro's game - thanks to Melissa - Tommy wore his new fancy jersey, I caught a ball AND we were on the KissCam. I mean, really? All in one day?!? (I think this was the ballpark apologizing for not serving me beer at the concession stand despite the fact that I am 29 years old and my ID looks JUST like me).
So, things are going well - I feel refreshed after our staycation and I am ready to tackle the world!! I just need to get home today so I can play with my puppies!!
Monday, March 01, 2010
Risk Taker
Every article of clothing I wear to work is a solid colored sweater. I have every color of the rainbow, every style imaginable (although, I tend to gravitate towards turtlenecks and cardigans), and I wear them everyday with a different color of slacks (all the same brand, cut, and length).
It's wierd because in my "outside of work" life, I tend to think of myself as at least semi-fashion forward. Yet, I have never, ever, worn anything but solid colored sweaters to work in the last 6 years.
I'm that much of a risk taker.
I could blame it on my engineering background...engineers aren't exactly known for their fashion sense, but alas, since I'm obsessed with shoes and own at least 14 pairs of jeans, I don't think I can get away with this excuse.
One of my goals for the year is to not purchase a single solid colored sweater.
(I think I will allow myself to replace a basic staple if needed however...think black cardigans)
I purchased my first print on Friday. There was another version of it in brown/yellow, but I decided for my first print, I should play it safe. That way, if I feel uncomfortable, I can snap up my black cardigan and no one will be the wiser.
It was tough getting dressed this morning, but I made myself do it and, much to my surprise, I survived the day.
Phew. I need a glass of wine. Maybe next time I can get the colorful one? Or not.
It's wierd because in my "outside of work" life, I tend to think of myself as at least semi-fashion forward. Yet, I have never, ever, worn anything but solid colored sweaters to work in the last 6 years.
I'm that much of a risk taker.
I could blame it on my engineering background...engineers aren't exactly known for their fashion sense, but alas, since I'm obsessed with shoes and own at least 14 pairs of jeans, I don't think I can get away with this excuse.
One of my goals for the year is to not purchase a single solid colored sweater.
(I think I will allow myself to replace a basic staple if needed however...think black cardigans)
I purchased my first print on Friday. There was another version of it in brown/yellow, but I decided for my first print, I should play it safe. That way, if I feel uncomfortable, I can snap up my black cardigan and no one will be the wiser.
It was tough getting dressed this morning, but I made myself do it and, much to my surprise, I survived the day.
Phew. I need a glass of wine. Maybe next time I can get the colorful one? Or not.
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